Fishing short stories and articles

[westbaytroutassasin]

Hello All My name is Mark and I will be posting from time to time little short stories that relate to fishing for your reading pleasure. just a little hobby of mine that I like to do on those days when the wind in kicking and the waters to muddy to see. It takes some pretty bad conditions to keep me off the bay. Well I hope you enjoy. Be safe and keep on plugging.

[plugger]

Howdy .... Good family memories .

[westbaytroutassasin]

Thank You Sergeant Branard. Hope to see you out there

[Termo]

Look forward to the reads, Mark!

[Silver Wolf]

Welcome. Nice trout. Lord Bless.
robert

[S-troop]

Enjoyed the read, great job.


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[imhammer]

Nice job Mark!

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[Termo]

Just read the article and boy, did it bring back memories! My grandmother was called nana by us grandkids too. Mine was the first to introduce me to fishing too. She would get me (5-6 years old at the time) up before dawn and we would head out to a shoreline on the west side of Moses lake with a couple of thermoses of black coffee (only time my mom would let me drink it), a box of dead shrimp and our tackle. That was before they had locked gates over the roads leading down to the water's edge. We would sit there for hours, fishing and me listening to her stories of her times as a young girl in Arkansas and Texas (she was half American Indian and half hillbilly). When I was ten or so, she took an innertube and sewed a seat in the bottom and leg holes for me to sit in and she would tie a rope to it and pull me around with her as she wade fished with my grandpa at the start of the dike in Texas City. I caught as many as they did with live shrimp under a popping cork. God, I miss that woman! Thanks again for the memory.

[Ibtsoom]

Awesome story! Look forward to reading more!

[H.Maier]

Just read the article and boy, did it bring back memories! My grandmother was called nana by us grandkids too. Mine was the first to introduce me to fishing too. She would get me (5-6 years old at the time) up before dawn and we would head out to a shoreline on the west side of Moses lake with a couple of thermoses of black coffee (only time my mom would let me drink it), a box of dead shrimp and our tackle. That was before they had locked gates over the roads leading down to the water's edge. We would sit there for hours, fishing and me listening to her stories of her times as a young girl in Arkansas and Texas (she was half American Indian and half hillbilly). When I was ten or so, she took an innertube and sewed a seat in the bottom and leg holes for me to sit in and she would tie a rope to it and pull me around with her as she wade fished with my grandpa at the start of the dike in Texas City. I caught as many as they did with live shrimp under a popping cork. God, I miss that woman! Thanks again for the memory.

nice story, homeboy. You do know that water over there.

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Gosh , I'd miss her as well , TERMO . What great memories .

[westbaytroutassasin]

Thank You All for taking the time to give it a read

Folks Thank you all for giving my little article a read. I will be following up with different articles and I will try and pass along any advice on fishing that I can. Bless all of you and I hope all your adventures are successful and provide you with a lifetime of stories to share.